On When Life Gives You Tangerines

I was told not to watch this show, yet I did. and it is the middle of the night, and I can’t can't believe that I'm bawling my eyes out to a kdrama. Firstly, I just wanted to say... I’m sorry mom.

This show was too real. way too real. It made me think about a lot of things. death. it made me think about death. And how it is inevitable, and how life must go on. despite. despite all the unbearable grief and unexpressed love, life must go on. time. time erodes everything, till it becomes unrecognisable, till the one day becomes that day, and experiences become memories and memories become stories you tell your kids. and the cycle. well the cycle repeats itself — different souls, different bodies, the same timeless tale.

as corny as it sounds, it made me think about living each day to the fullest, because it won’t take long for these days to turn into year, these years to turn into decades, and babies to turn into old, wrinkly humans. it’s cruel, oh so cruel this passage of time my nani said. the only antidote is to live in the present and appreciate the blessings of life until they cease to exist. corny, im already sounding so corny saying that

Ahh dude... i have a whole essay about how i felt with this show but i need to stay nonchalant.

Until the next sunrise,
Kay.

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